I had a satisfactory visit to the Amish Market today. I approached the sushi selection. Behind the horizontal refridgerated case that contains the sushi sat a female sushi chef. She is usually not there. She handed me chopsticks. Often I do forget to get the chopsticks when I get the sushi.

I walked back to my apartment feeling overjoyed because I had a seaweed salad and avocado/salmon rolls. Good times.